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Women are evil!

 
 
pueo
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jan, 2003 08:01 pm
Laughing
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Rae
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jan, 2003 08:02 pm
Yeah, yeah, yeah..... :wink:
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littlek
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jan, 2003 08:32 pm
Cha right Pueo - like we would disband over a dig about the cookie incident.
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Rae
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jan, 2003 08:36 pm
You go, girl!
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pueo
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jan, 2003 08:36 pm
so it was a dig!

anyway, just getting warmed up.
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Rae
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jan, 2003 08:36 pm
You ready, littlek? I am. Bring it on, pueo.
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littlek
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jan, 2003 08:38 pm
He's going down!
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littlek
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jan, 2003 08:38 pm
<Why does that sound wrong.....?>
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pueo
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jan, 2003 08:39 pm
one track minds.

i guess the cookies don't quite un, er.....satisfy the craving?
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dlowan
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jan, 2003 08:39 pm
Yeah!!!! bring it on!!! The mens is ALL going down!!!!!



Hmmmmmmmmm..........
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littlek
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jan, 2003 08:40 pm
hahaheehee
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ehBeth
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jan, 2003 08:59 pm
so this is it?
the final conflict?i'm ready

i stopped at Kernels on the way home to pick up a bag of cheesycheese popcorn


if nothing else works, i'll feed some to Cleo and she'll clear all the weak and sensitive mins outta the forum with a few carefully chosen target-farts
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Rae
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jan, 2003 09:03 pm
The silence is deafening.
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pueo
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jan, 2003 09:04 pm
the conflict is still one sided, four evil wimmins against little ole me.

not fair for you wimmins yet, don't want to be accused of taking advantage. Razz
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Rae
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jan, 2003 09:04 pm
Or maybe that's Cleo?
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Asherman
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jan, 2003 09:04 pm
Once the conspiricy is revealed, the claws come out of their sheaths.

Men of the World, Unite. We have nothing to lose but our apron strings. We have been enslaved by cookies, and silken sheets. Rise up, and cst off the chains with which they have bound our hearts, or something like that.

Remember our lost liberty. Remember being able to scratch and spit, and roam backroads until the sun came up. The sound of a hunting dog bugling on a hills as we share a quart jar of whiskey, may echo yet in memory. Remember the smell of the ancient leather jacket she gave to Goodwill? Remember the impatience with which we once awaited the arrival of Playboy, before the Good Housekeeping subscription was more important? Where have all our old pals gone, now that they've been banished from our door? We have fallen under the siren's song, and our dreams are no longer our own.

Gotta go now, I can smell enchilada's on the table. I wonder if there'll be cookies after.
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Rae
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jan, 2003 09:05 pm
Not our fault you've been left on yer own. To handle all of us difficult wimmins. Puhlease!
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Rae
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jan, 2003 09:07 pm
Oh, Asherman......enchiladas?

You are being cooerced, sir.....
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pueo
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jan, 2003 09:08 pm
you wimmins are not difficult to handle at all, once you who the boss is............. Very Happy
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pueo
 
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Reply Fri 24 Jan, 2003 09:09 pm
littlk, must be munching on cookies again Laughing
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